"Evil Ridge has been destroyed!"
Three days later, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, who looked like an old farmer, stepped into Evil Ridge.
He was one of the Crying Elder's disciples, the leader of the 72 Bandits of Helian Mountain, You Huanduo, who was as famous as the White-headed Vulture An Guoxie.
"Glacier Swordsman is so powerful?"
When he arrived at the main hall of the stronghold, he saw that the main hall had yet to freeze. When he saw Ze Luoju frozen into an ice sculpture, Yama sucked in a breath of cold air.
"I'm the only one left of my lineage. It's our tradition to take revenge. This … is not over yet. "
You Huanduo looked up with a ferocious expression. "I can't deal with Glacier Swordsman and Gu Changqing. But Zhen Ding of Shaolin and the Thunder Blade Furious Monk … Humph, a monk killed people like flies. This is a violation of the precepts. "
A gentleman could be bullied.
Since Shaolin monks abstained from killing, Zhen Ding had broken the precepts. He could do something about it.
Therefore, You Huanduo deliberately spread the word that Zhen Ding of Shaolin and the Thunder Blade Furious Monk hated evils and killed people like flies.
"Master?"
When Little Meng and Zhen Hui galloped towards Quicksand Town, intending to return to the Central Plains along the way, they suddenly saw a middle-aged monk standing on a small hill in front of them. He was wearing a yellow frock and a red cassock.
This man was Little Meng and Zhen Hui's master, Master Xuan Ci.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Xuan Ci's figure flashed, and he instantly rushed down the hill, and arrived in front of the two. Looking at his two little disciples, Xuan Ci felt both happy and helpless.
Master Abbot had made a mistake, but Xuan Ci couldn't say it out loud in case he felt embarrassed. He had to rush back to the Immensity Sea from the Central Region to pick up the two disciples abandoned by the abbot.
It took him a few days to go back and forth.
He didn't expect that in just a few days, his disciples would make a name for themselves, but also … get into big trouble.
For a Shaolin monk to say that he "abhors evil as if it were his personal enemy" was simply … an insult!
"Let's go!"
It was already a blessing that the two little fellows were able to return safely under the watchful eyes of so many enemies. As for the mistakes they made, they were just kids. He would discipline them strictly in the future.
Xuan Ci took Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui all the way back to Quicksand Town.
Then …
Things went as planned. Little Meng, the "Thunder Blade Furious Monk" who hated evil, was caught red-handed by the head of the Shaolin Commandment Hall, "Monk Wujing".
"Hated evils? Killed people like flies? Thunder Blade Furious Furious Monk? "
Monk Wujing looked at Little Meng with a pained and regretful expression. He scolded him sternly, "As a disciple of Shaolin, a disciple of Zen Sect, a member of Buddhism, how could you be so murderous, cruel, and heartless? Is.... "
"Master?"
Little Meng was stunned by these words. "Chief, Buddha has Vajra Glaring Eyes, and Buddha has Subduing Demons and Devils. The Horse Gang had done all kinds of evil. Not only had they captured Junior Brother Zhen Hui, but they were also intercepting and killing other disciples. We … can't just let ourselves be captured and be slaughtered by others, right? "
...... Is...... Is everyone in the Evil Ridge trying to kill you? .............
"Killed Evil Ridge …"
Little Meng sighed in his heart.
In the battle of the Evil Ridge, he had followed Bai Ze all the way to the Evil Ridge. Indeed, he had killed all the Horse Gang in his sight with his saber.
In the end, he had helped Gu Changqing when he was trying to "get rid of all evil".
Although he was quick to avenge, he violated the Buddhist precepts.
But... in Little Meng's view, he was right!
"Master, I did nothing wrong!"
Little Meng straightened his neck and said loudly, "Master, don't you know the principle of killing all evils? If we let the evildoers live freely, we will only educate them. More good people will suffer. Won't that add to our sins? "
"Killing is protecting. Killing karma is not killing people!"
"Shaolin is Zen. The way of Zen is to seek the Buddha in the heart. Everyone is a Buddha, and we are a Buddha. Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and Buddha sits in the heart. Why do we cling to the precepts? "
"Bastard!"
Master Wujing smashed the table in front of him. He was furious. "If there are no rules and precepts, where is the Buddha nature? Where is the Dharma? How can you be so unrepentant? "
After that, although Master Xuan Ci pleaded for mercy and paid a huge price, it was still unsalvageable.
Master Wujing, who "enforced the law strictly," was merciless.
"Abolish your martial arts and expel you from Shaolin!"
After the verdict, Little Meng's identity as "Master Zhending" became history.
"You … go back to the Su family in Fairy's Capital! That's your home after all. "
Xuan Ci reached out and pressed his palm on Little Meng's dantian. He sighed and sent Little Meng out.
Golden lotuses appeared one after another, and lotuses bloomed with every step.
Xuan Ci brought Little Meng along. Two days later, they arrived at Wuliang City in the north of Dajin, at the border between Dazhou and Dajin.
"I … won't be able to take care of you from now on. You're on your own now. Don't stay on the road. Go back to the Su family in Fairy's Capital. "
With a deep sigh, Xuan Ci shook his head and took a step forward. Golden lotuses blossomed, and he vanished without a trace.
"The Su family in Fairy's Capital? I don't plan to go back. "
Thinking back to when he first transmigrated and the horse-faced old servant sent him to Shaolin, Little Meng knew that the Su family in Fairy's Capital was probably not a good place.
Moreover … he no longer had the identity of a "bald thief." It was a good opportunity for him to return to his original identity as a young hero of the Jianghu. From now on, he would be free to roam freely.
Little Meng did not care about his martial arts that had been abolished.
He was still young and had the Samsara Space. Even if he were to re-cultivate, he would quickly regain his strength.
"Then … let's explore the Jianghu!"
He found a ready-made clothing store in Wuliang City and changed into the white robe that he had been longing for. He put on a scholar's hat to cover his bald head.
He carried the Buddhist Commandment Blade in his bag and hung a long sword on his waist.
Little Meng looked at himself in a bronze mirror in the store and nodded in satisfaction.
"I can finally wear clothes whiter than the snow."
Little Meng laughed and stepped out of the store. He opened his arms and made a gesture of embracing the world. "Jianghu, I'm coming!"
"I'm coming too!"
Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded.
Then, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard.
Four fine horses galloped over. On the backs of the horses were four valiant-looking men with sabers in their hands. Their faces were ferocious and murderous.
"Mounted bandits? Are they here for revenge? "
Little Meng frowned when he saw the attire of the four men. "I just had my martial arts abolished by Shaolin. Now, mounted bandits are here for revenge?"
After a few thoughts, Little Meng immediately understood what was going on. His reputation of "abhorrence of evil" probably had something to do with the remnants of these mounted bandits.
"A dragon is trapped in the shallows. How can a water snake humiliate it?"
Little Meng unsheathed the long sword at his waist. His face was as cold as ice and his heart was filled with murderous intent.
"I've suffered so much. You can be my punching bag!"
…
The second chapter in the afternoon was slightly later.
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